Shirley Lindley pointed at the man wearing executive suit and the woman and said. “Five years ago, this man was the hotel lobby manager and this lady was the 18th floor janitor. Would you mind to tell everyone that who was with Mr Paxon Chevy five years ago tonight?” The man began politely. : Mr. Chevy was our hotel VIP and I always personally served him when he arrived. Very late that night, I remembered clearly that Mr. Chevy came in with Ms Lindley. And I led them to the presidential suit that he had already reserved.” Then the woman continued. “Yes, I can prove that he was with Ms Lindley. I was delivering slippers requested by guests and I saw them.” Shirley then looked at Icy and pointed at her and asked. “DO you know her?” Following her finger and gazing at Icy, they both shook their heads and said. “No.” Paxon Chevy looked at the young man who seemed to be same age and probably from the same school of Icy, and asked. : Who is this guy?” That young man leaned toward Icy. “Has been such a long time. Icie.” The ways this young man approached and talked to Icy made Paxon feel jealous; a sense of discontent flashed in his eyes, and everything was getting too weird for him to believe. Icy replied. “What are you doing here? My senior schoolmate.” The young man shook his head.” I have come back for you. Icie. Thanks for Shirley, I can finally see you again.” Then he put his hand over her shoulder. Immediately and politely, she pushed his hand away from her and said. "Why are you looking for me?” Shirley showed a satisfactory smile on her face and told the young man “Yes, my senior schoolmate, will you please clarify the confusion and misunderstanding here? Otherwise she won’t understand the truth and won’t give up easily..”

The young man withdrew his arm from Icy and replied righteously. “Yes, Mr Chevy. Icy and I were schoolmates. She was my junior and we were lovers. I have heard from Shirley about what’s going on here. I want to prove that five years ago, we met in the elevator in this hotel, Mr. Chevy was with Shirley and I was with Icie.” Paxon could comprehend his implication that he and Icy had sex that night. His face turned red and burst out at Icy Wilkinson. “What say you?” Both Icy and Shirley were stunned as they never saw him being angry like this before. Her eyes became watery; nothing could stop tears from shedding, but she tried to hold back her tears. Trembling, Icy replied. “It is up to you. You can believe whatever you want to. I have nothing more to say.”

No one noticed that Hosea Lindley had been listening to them from outside of the apartment, and now he seemed to understand everything. Suddenly he entered the flat. “What a party!” Hosea smiled and nodded politely. Paxon was surprised to see him and tried to make sense of and puzzle out what could be happening here. He was even more angrier and he took Shirley’s hand and rushed out of the apartment with her. The three so called witnesses simply follow them out. Now only Hosea and Icy were standing in the house. She could no longer hold, squatting and crying without a sound. She felt like she was a clown being teased and abandoned by the whole world. At this moment, Hosea crouched down next to her and caressed her back gently; maybe not the whole world.

If Icy was a clown, Hosea would be her only warm hearted audience. Two of them maintained the same posture for awhile; she finally stopped sobbing. He gently lifted her up and led her to the sofa, and sat down together. Hosea and Pax were completely different; they were like two opposite sides of a balance. Maybe she had swept too hard, or her heart was too broken or she always had the problem of low blood sugar, Icy felt so dizzy and fainted that she just let Hosea holding her.

She thought Hosea would ask her questions about what was happening, but he didn’t. He was very considerate and poured her a glass of hot lemonade. “Please drink.” Icy raised her head, receiving the glass of lemonade and looking at Hosea with her watery eyes. “Thank you. Mr. Lindley.” He tilted his head and smiled. “Oh. We are not at work. We are home. Please call me Hosea, Just Hosea.” “But it is not appropriate.” Icy hesitated. After all, They were acquaintance from work, not even friends. “Please don’t say that. You can say it is fate or fortuity, I am always around whenever you need help. It is my honor.” Hosea was such a charming gentleman and was irresistible; one would definitely feel bad to say no to him. Icy wiped her tears and extended her slim lilly white hand to say thanks to Hosea. They had met so many times at work and after work; and this was the first time she behaved proactively. Hosea was delighted but he thought he should just keep his feeling to himself; he could not act obviously to let her know. He stretched out his hand and they shook. The moment they touched each other, Hosea strongly believed that a seed of love had been planted. “You are very welcome. If you need anything in the future, please just let me know.” A seed would begin sprouting; the tender and delicate seedling would start growing from the heart; the color of oily green suggested spring approaching. Hosea had many girlfriends before but only Icy could give him the feeling of love.

Icy wanted to take back her hand, but Hosea felt that he should be holding her now and didn’t let her go right away. Not until she unclenched him, he could think, react again and unshackle her. “Oh. Actually, I am here today to bring a gift for your new home. I waited all day and no one answered. So I used another key to open the door.” Then he walked away and brought back two huge bags of groceries which had been sitting at the front door of the apartment. When Icy saw the two bags of necessities, she felt a little bit embarrassed and was very touched, because It had been so long that no one treated her that good. “How can I accept it? How much have you spend? I am going to pay you back.” And then Icy started looking for her purse in her home. Hosea paused her and said gently. “You don’t need to pay me back. In fact I should be the one to say thank you. This house has been empty for a long time and no one has time to take care of it. Now you have moved in and can help me look after this place.” This good man had given a perfect reason that no one can resist. All icy could do was to express her gratitude in her heart and to work harder at his company.

“Mom. What was going on here? It was very noisy. I heard people arguing from upstairs.” Suddenly, David rushed into the living room from upper storey and chugged into Hosea. The voice of little children was like hot milk with honey; it could ease your pain and bring happiness. Because of her beloved son, David Wilkinson, who had been accompanying her all those years, Icy’s life was harsh and difficult, but was happy. She cuddled her baby and said. “It is okay. Nothing happened. Did I wake you? Were you sleeping tight?” “I was sleeping good. Why are your eyes so red? Did someone bully you? Tell me. I will go teach him a lesson!” Both Icy and Hosea started laughing. He said. “Of course no. Who dares bully your mom?”